Chapter 292 - 234, Third Elder
The inn was already closed for the night, with tables wiped spotlessly clean and chairs overturned atop them.
In Qiu Ci Street, the atmosphere was bustling, but the largest store on this street was cold and deserted.
The attendant looked at the girl standing before him, clad in a fiery red, her valorous presence striking, and remembered that she had understood all the dark jargon he had just spoken, his face burning with embarrassment.
Zhang Xia, seeing the attendant lost in thought, waved his hand in front of him: "What are you thinking about?"
The attendant sneakily glanced back at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper pushed aside the abacus and ledgers on the counter, strode out from behind the counter with an air of command, and clasped his hands in a salute: "It’s like the temple is washed away by the flood—please forgive my young attendant who lacks experience. Displaying my clumsy skills before the masters has made a fool of myself. According to the rules of Jianghu, pretending to be mystical but failing embarrasses oneself—one should stab themselves to resolve any grievances..."
The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man dressed in a black short martial outfit, and he looked not so much like a shopkeeper but more like an escort leader who roamed around the land.
His complexion was glowing, with his Taiyang acupoint protruding, and his voice boomed like the ringing of a bell, clearly a trained martial artist.
A curious couplet hanging by the entrance, the dark jargon, a martial artist for a shopkeeper—Dragon Gate Inn was truly mysterious.
The room was warm. Chen Ji took off the large cloak from his shoulders and rested it on his arm, saying indifferently: "There is no need to cut yourself. Since the shopkeeper has been forthright, we have no intentions of being unreasonable."
The young attendant breathed a sigh of relief.